Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.